Conversation With the Bathroom Mirror
I'm frightened.... what if I'm wrong?
I'm scared.... what if I'm right?
If I fall in love with him today,
Will he leave me in the night?
A world of getting to know him,
as curious as it seems,
Sometimes I feel I've known him before...
A dream within a dream.
With my hand in his I felt a melody
sweep through an orchestra of confusion;
my heart remembering a tale untold -
harmony, love, or delusion?
I hid behind a cool shade
(he knew I loved him though),
forever trembling on the warmest day...
when my eyes couldn’t lie he saw my soul.
No longer knowing who I was,
I didn't see "ME" in the mirror.
Too much time with broken people,
tainted choices... beer.
Blinded from pure ignorance,
A duel of choice raged within--
stay and live in two separate worlds,
or leave to find "ME" again.
The risk to never keep his love,
was a risk that was far too great,
but losing myself would surely lose him
…it was a risk I had to take.
A warm shadow covers my heart
when I think of days left behind;
silky hair, warm skin,
a manly man with a worldly mind.
Destiny....I need to know
is fate my imagination?
Words work double in my mind.
Does love mean passion -- or frustration?
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